May 28
The last few days I’ve had up times and teary times. I never know from minute to minute how I’m going to respond. A kind word can have me in tears, or fill me with joy…I just don’t know. I tell myself, it’s okay, the emotional ups and downs are to be expected.
I am, for the most part, an optimist. Sometimes people refer to optimists as Pollyannas, meaning that they don’t look at life realistically. But optimism sees the truth, but chooses to believe that good can come from it, and not focus on the darker options.
I can be an optimist, and still be sad at the circumstances.
Where’s the joy?
I am thankful for friends and family who are there for me, good times and bad.
I pray for my friends who are going through cancer treatment. I found out one of the prayer warriors for Norm found out her husband has leukemia and is now undergoing treatment.
I rejoice that God has a good plan and is faithful to keep his promises, even if I don’t see it.
Though the fig tree should not blossom
And there be no fruit on the vines,
Though the yield of the olive should fail
And the fields produce no food,
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold
And there be no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will exult in the Lord,
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength,
And He has made my feet like hinds’ feet,
And makes me walk on my high places.
Habakkuk 3:17-19
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